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"And what is it you wish to tell me?"

Her voice held a haughty chill. She glided beside him, her gaze fixed ahead, her expression betraying not the slightest perturbation.

"That Were is not for you."

"Indeed? And why is that?"

He could not lie about a friend. "Suffice to say I believe your guardian would not approve."



"How odd. From all I have learned, the estates Lord Were will shortly inherit are extensive and the income sound."

Not as extensive nor as sound as his own.

"His lordship is all things amiable," she continued. "I foresee no problem at all."

Sebastian bit back a retort to the effect that she didn't foresee the half of it. Her dismissal of his caveat had been delivered with a regal air-an air few would attempt with him.

The fact that she had done so did not surprise him; his agent's report had confirmed his supposition. She and her sister were the last of the de Stansions, a very old aristocratic French family. Her mother had been a Daurent, another senior house of the French n.o.bility. Helena's birth was as good as his; she'd been reared, as had he, to know her worth. Their arrogance was a part of them, bred into them-she had her own brand, as did he.

Unfortunately for her, such feminine arrogance brought out the conqueror in him.

"You would do well to consider,mignonne, that there might be more to a gentleman than meets the eye."

"I am not a child, Your Grace-I am well aware that most men mask their true natures."

"Sebastian-and permit me to point out,mignonne, that not all women are as open as you."

How had they got onto that point? Helena barely had time for the thought before Sebastian whisked her through a pair of curtains she'd imagined were merely wall hangings. Instead, they'd concealed an archway leading into a small, luxuriously appointed salon.

Finding herself in the middle of the room, cut off from the ballroom now that the curtains had fallen shut, she dropped her own mask and frowned-openly.

"This is not, I am sure"-she gestured-"comme il faut."

She all but glared at Sebastian as he came to stand before her. The infuriating man did nothing more than raise one brow. Why she was so irritated with him she could not say, but she'd had a strong suspicion even before he'd arrived that he'd been deliberately steering her away from Lord Were.

To her mind, Lord Were was looking more and more like the perfect avenue for her escape to freedom.

"I appreciate your help in introducing me to the ton, Your Grace, but I am-how do you English say it?-more than eight, so I will be my own judge. And your veiled aspersions on Lord Were's character I do not credit at all."

She capped her dismissal of his arguments with a contemptuous wave; she would have preferred to sweep back to the ballroom on that note, but he was standing directly in her way. She held his blue gaze belligerently.

The aggravating man had the temerity to sigh.

"I fear you will have to readjust your thinking,mignonne . The gentleman to whom I referred was not Were."

Helena frowned. It took her a moment to replay his statement: . . .there might be more to a gentleman than meets the eye . She looked at him, blinked.

His lips quirked. "Indeed. The gentleman I referred to was me."

"You." She couldn't credit it-couldn't believe what logic was telling her, nor what she could see in his eyes.

She felt his hand at her waist, sliding, felt a quiver run the length of her spine.

He drew her closer. "You remember that night in the moonlight in the gardens of the Convent des Jardinieres de Marie."

His voice had taken on a mesmerizing cadence; the blue of his eyes was even more hypnotic.

"I kissed you. Once, to thank you."

Trapped in his web, she was incapable of pulling back. Her hands rose to rest on the silk of his sleeves as he urged her nearer. And she went, lids falling as he bent his head.

"Why?" she whispered as his lips neared hers. She moistened her own. "Why did you kiss me a second time?"

The question to which she'd always wanted an answer.

"The second time?" His breath brushed her lips. "I kissed you a second time . . . to savor you."

He did so again. His lips closed over hers, cool, firm, knowing. She knew she should resist, hold back; instead, she teetered on some invisible brink, then something inside her unlocked, gave. He sensed it. His hands locked about her waist, and he drew her to her toes. His lips hardened, firmed, became more demanding.

And she was tumbling, falling . . .

Why she would want to appease his arrogant demands she could not fathom, yet she did. Clinging to his strength, giving herself up to the thrill of the kiss was akin to madness, yet she did that, too.

When his lips urged hers open, she complied; he swallowed her gasp as he surged in and took her mouth, took her breath, then gave her his. He was bold-blatantly, sensually evocative; her senses reeled as she struggled to absorb the sensations, to follow his lead. To satisfy one demand so they could progress to the next.

Madness indeed. Her skin heated, her bodice grew tight, her breathing fractured. Her whole body felt alive, different, awake as it never had been before.

She wanted more. Her fingers closed on his silk sleeves, holding him. His grip tightened; his head angled, and he deepened the kiss.

Never had the urge to seize, to take, raged so powerfully. Sebastian fought to rein it in, yet he was hungry, so greedy, and she was luscious, so generous, so very much to his taste.

Never before had he coveted the taste of innocence, but she was different, not entirely untutored but naively and naturally sensual-he was caught, enthralled, addicted. He'd sensed her worth seven years before and had never forgotten it-the promise in her kiss.

Only experience, long steeped, hard won, allowed him to dam the welling tide, turn it back, let it subside.

The time was not right; he'd already gone further than he'd intended, lured by her lips, by the surprise of his need. Her lips would be bruised as it was.

He broke the kiss and shook with the effort of stopping himself from going back, from taking her mouth again. Touching his forehead to hers, he waited, listening to her breathing slow in time with the pounding in his blood.

He forced his arms to function, to set her back on her feet.

Her lids fluttered, then lifted. He drew back so he could see, watch puzzlement flow across her features, confusion invest her green eyes.

"There are other criteria you should consider in your search for a husband."

He murmured the words, watched her brow furrow, then realized she might not even now correctly divine his meaning.

Easing his grip about her waist, he held her lightly with one hand, then raised the other. He looked down, knowing she would follow his gaze, then watched as he lifted his hand, trailing his fingertips from her throat, over her collarbone to the silken skin just above her scooped neckline.

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